The whole Penglai is in turmoil.

A name began to be passed among all the Qi Refiners, and at an extremely fast speed, it spread throughout Penglai in the shortest possible time.

White up!

The demon god is white!

These four words are like a magic spell that makes those who say it shudder.

On the third day of the seventh month, Bai Qi appeared for the first time in the Seven Star Daomen, and on the same day, Ming Huaqing, the head of the Seven Star Daomen, held the true immortal treasure to face the battle, was defeated, and then surrendered.

On the eighth day of the seventh month, Bai Qi reappeared in the Shura Gate, one of the six major factions, and Shura held the illusion of the immortal treasure to face the battle, but like the fate of Ming Huaqing, it was also a fiasco and surrendered.

When these two big news came out, Penglai was shaken.

But if that's all there is, the name of the demon god is not enough to make the entire Penglai tremble, and what happened next really made the entire Penglai's qi refiners realize the word demon god.

On the thirteenth day of July, Bai Qi drove to the Immortal Dao Gate, one of the three realms, and the people of the Immortal Dao rose up to resist under the leadership of the Dao Master Immortal Daoist.

According to the survivors of that day, Bai Qi only had one palm and one finger from beginning to end, and the immortal Dao, which was known as immortal for thousands of years, from the head to the handyman, all turned into a touch of red in the drizzle.

On that day, the light rain did not stop, the heavens and the earth were scarlet, and the Immortal Dao finally disappeared in Penglai, except for some disciples who had a mission, the remaining 1,327 immortal disciples, none of them were spared.

The world was shaken.

The whole Penglai fell into a stupor.

Penglai is not without death.

The history of Qi Refiners is a history of war.

Fighting for disciples, resources, magic weapons, everything, so there are countless people who have died.

But there has never been a history of so many people dying at the hands of one person.

Just when everyone was stunned and even a little incredulous because of the news, another news came.

On July 21, Bai Qi appeared at the Floating and Sinking Daomen, and the Taoist Master of the Floating and Sinking Daomen, Li Fushen, was related to the Qingyun Sect, and there was a lot of disrespect between his words.

On the same day, Li Fu sank to death, and the floating and sinking chickens and dogs were not left.

It is said that the entire Fushen Mountain was killed into a dark red, and the smell of blood could be smelled hundreds of miles away.

As soon as the news came out, Penglai fell silent.

Cry wolf.

Seven Star Mountain, Ming Huaqing and Shura looked at each other, and they all saw a deep fear in each other's eyes.

No one could have imagined that the man sitting in the first place in front of him would have such a terrifying cultivation and such ruthless methods.

In their minds, they still clearly remembered the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and the white clothes that flew in the wind but were not splashed with any blood.

"I have two immortal treasures...... a faint voice fell from a high place, but it fell heavily on the ears of Ming Huaqing and Shura.

The two of them shivered in unison.

Yang Xuan's gaze fell on the two pieces of triangular metal like scrap iron in his hand, and his face was expressionless.

After a pause, he continued, "But I don't use any of them, can you tell me what's going on?"

Ming Huaqing's eyebrows were full of wry smiles, as the first person to surrender to the demon god Bai, the pressure and infamy he was carrying were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But he has no regrets.

When he watched the mountain-like corpses of the Immortal Dao and the Floating and Sinking Dao piled up and were burned, the only trace of regret in his heart disappeared in an instant, and there was no trace of it.

And the dissatisfaction of the other elders and disciples of the Seven Star Dao with him also passed away with the horizontal crimson of the Immortal Dao.

Even, most of the disciples were grateful for the decision made by Ming Huaqing.

No one wants to be one of those corpses.

"Sect Master, I don't know the specific reason. Ming Huaqing bowed his head and said, "But I think it may have something to do with the sect master's powerful cultivation." ”

"Oh?" Yang Xuan sighed softly: "Cultivation is strong, cultivation is strong, you can't use immortal treasures, what is the reason?"

Ming Huaqing then smiled bitterly, he just guessed like this, and he didn't know what the specific reason was.

Shura looked in a trance on the side, since he learned Ming Huaqing and voted for Yang Xuan, he had always seemed to be distracted, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yang Xuan looked at him, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Shura, what did you say?"

Shura's expression was shocked, and he hurriedly bowed down and said, "My subordinates don't know." ”

Yang Xuan stared at him for a long time, didn't continue the topic, and just asked lightly: "Has there been a sect to vote recently?"

After he destroyed the two major sects, some small sects came to take refuge one after another, expressing their surrender.

However, these people who came to vote are all some little-known small sects, and some are simply two or three big cats and kittens, all with small and broad intentions.

Shura said respectfully: "Sect Master, there has been no sect to vote recently, but there are some loose cultivators who have taken refuge in us. ”

Yang Xuan nodded, Ming Huaqing sighed secretly on the side, only then took two steps forward, and arched his hand: "Sect Master, now that we are gradually increasing in number, I am afraid that we need a unified name, otherwise, I am afraid it will be difficult to manage." ”

Yang Xuan smiled, his gaze suddenly crossed the Seven Star Mountain, and landed in an unknown place, and after a while, he said two words lightly: "Xianmen." ”

......

Cloud Mountain.

Xiao Jing looked at Yang Xuan with wide eyes, and there was not much shock in her expression, but more regret.

"It turns out that you have suffered so much. She gently hugged Yang Xuan's waist and looked up, her eyes were crystal and loving.

Yang Xuan touched his head and said with a dumb smile: "That's not the point, right, the point is that you believe what I said?"

Xiaojing buried her head deep in Yang Xuan's chest, and exhaled like a lan: "Believe it, I believe everything you say." ”

After a pause, she continued: "Actually, I had a feeling that you must have some secret, but I didn't expect it to be such an earth-shattering secret." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly sat up and looked at Yang Xuan with wide eyes, looking at Yang Xuan inexplicably.

Yang Xuan said strangely: "What's wrong?"

"In that case, you're an alien. Xiaojing said suddenly.

Yang Xuan almost fell, this Qingqi brain circuit.

But then again, Xiaojing's words are really right, he is really a complete alien to this planet.

"Sort of. Yang Xuan couldn't help laughing: "So this young lady, do you want to travel in space with aliens?"

"Uh-huh. Xiaojing nodded like pecking rice: "I will go wherever the aliens go, hey, who let me be kidnapped by the aliens." ”

"Haha!" Yang Xuan laughed, suddenly stood up, grabbed Xiaojing by the waist, and between the ripples under his feet, the whole person had disappeared in place.

When they reappeared, the two men were already in the sky

At this time, it was night, and the lights of Pinghai City under my feet were bright, reflecting the whole sky.

Xiaojing's face was not scared, and some were full of excitement: "It turns out that you can really fly." ”

Yang Xuanchang smiled: "How? Do you want to learn?" ”

Xiaojing nodded again and again: "Yes, I have been eager to fly since I was a child, besides, I want to go with you, if I can't fly, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with you." ”

"Okay, I'll take you to see Chang'e. Yang Xuan was full of pride.

"Okay!" Xiao Jing hugged Yang Xuan's waist tightly, and her excited little face flushed.

The ripples rose again, and a faint glimmer of light had already wrapped Xiaojing.

Above their heads, a bright moon blinked its eyes, as if wondering how these two people could fly.